The combined age of the two of them is over fifty, and they have definitely been in the West for no less than twenty years.

However, they had never heard such a terrifying sound. It felt like a demon emerging from hell was roaring.

"Song Hao, do you think if Aaron were here, would he be so scared that he wet his pants?"

Song Hao spit out thick phlegm without any airs of a gang leader: "Although this is a bad joke, guess what?"

"I'm still going to bet you ten fucking dollars, he'll be scared to death."

At this second, they wanted to use jokes to relieve the tension in the atmosphere.

First, the hoarse howling sounds of ghosts and wolves echoed from the grove, followed by the clicking sound of sharp claws scratching across the surface of rough wooden boards.

I can vaguely hear a sentence:

"I'm not a madman...you are the madmen...I will get out sooner or later..."

Song Hao and John looked at each other, and in unison they took out the pistols from their holsters and loaded the bullets decisively.

At present, this is most likely a trap disguised by some robbers, so be careful.

After all, they like to pretend to be poor tramps or businessmen in distress on the roadside late at night.

As a result, when you are ready to show mercy, you will find that a rusty ax suddenly appears on your head.

Believe me, this is definitely not a joke.

If you want to live a long life in the American West, then be careful!

John swallowed and wiped the water droplets in front of his eyes with his sleeve: "Where does the sound seem to come from?"

Song Hao's eyes were cold and stern: "I think so. It's better to be like this. I walk in front and you follow behind to prevent an ambush."

After a brief discussion, the two fierce men walked forward cautiously, trying to slow down their speed.

Big raindrops kept falling and beating the leaves, which greatly affected their judgment.

Finally, after a period of blood-curdling wailing, they arrived outside a simple wooden hut.

It seems that this is the source of the strange noise...

The area is not very large, it can accommodate at most two adults, and there are some special marks carved on the wooden door.

For example, there is a very obvious black moon arc, and there are some dense circle patterns in the corners, with black blood stains remaining.

"Damn, did you see that?"

Looking in the direction, Song Hao's pupils suddenly shrank and he murmured: "I hope it's just someone's prank."

In fact, these are not scary scenes. The main thing is that there is a goat pattern carved out with a dagger above the head.

This is really fucking scary!

Because this is how it is described in the Bible: Sheep are the children of God, while goats represent the devil, who are also enemies of Christ.

It is even said in Chapter 25 of the Bible Matthew: [When the Day of Judgment comes, Jesus will come with the angels to all peoples to separate them]

[The sheep will be gathered at the Father’s right hand and receive blessings and eternal life, while the goats will be gathered at the Father’s left hand and endure the eternal torment of hell]

So now that they saw the goat's head above the hut with their own eyes, the two grown men couldn't help but take a breath.

They naturally understand what this means.

"Damn it, there can't be any demon imprisoned in it, right?"

John's trembling look is very funny.

On the other hand, I first took out a cigarette from my pocket and tried to light it, but the tobacco was soaked by the rain and there was no way to use the match.

Song Hao, who felt guilty at this second, simply stepped on the cigarette and said: "Fuck, I don't care what kind of devil or goat head it is."

"Even if God and Jesus saw it, people like us with blood on our hands would probably be more terrifying than the devil."

"I want to see whether it is the bullet that is harder or the bones that are harder."

As soon as they finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew over from the end of the lake, making them all shiver from the cold.

Then Song Hao bravely walked to the front of the latrine and stretched out his hand to open the wooden door, but unfortunately it didn't move.

With my arms straining, I could only hear the faint sound of iron chains and human breathing, and then I realized that I was being forcibly locked up.

I saw John pointing the barrel of the gun at the iron lock of the latrine, intending to shoot the thing with a bullet on the spot, but Song Hao stopped him in time.

After all, at such a close range, there is no guarantee that the bullet will rebound and accidentally injure you.

"Wait a minute, there seems to be a keyhole here. Let me go take a look."

"Then be careful and retreat if necessary."

Song Hao nodded, and slowly moved his eyes into the keyhole, which was only the size of a gun muzzle, without even daring to take a breath.

Step by step... until you are completely close to the dark hole.

Don't tell me, when I faced the twenty bastards from the Wild Dog Gang alone, I wasn't as nervous as I am now.

I just feel my heartbeat is so strong that it’s almost going to explode.

"Can you see clearly?"

"It's so dark, damn it, John, go to the front of the house and take out the lantern."

By the time the stupid John stole the lantern from the servant's house, it was almost six o'clock in the morning.

Moreover, this place is at the edge of the river bank, and the water vapor solidifies, quickly covering it with a thin layer of fog.

Inadvertently adding a bit of horror to this hut...

Knowing that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, Song Hao gritted his teeth and put his eyes close to the keyhole of the wooden door.

This time, through the light of the lantern, he finally saw clearly what was imprisoned in the latrine.

"Fuck!"

He suddenly uttered a curse word.

In the flash of lightning, the monster huddled in the corner rushed towards him with a crazy expression, so frightened that Song Hao sat down on the dirt.

During the period of extreme panic, even the lantern in his hand inevitably fell down and the flame went out.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, John, who was standing behind him, had no time to react, so he raised his gun and prepared to shoot.

"Don't shoot, damn, there's a woman imprisoned there."

John couldn't help but frown: "Woman?"

As the latrine shook violently, Song Hao, who was making a fool of himself, stood up and cursed angrily: "She is simply the ugliest woman I have ever seen in the world."

Crazy voices echoed on the silent river bank.

"You are all demons...I shouldn't be here..."

"1...3...7...18...4..."

The hare-lipped woman in the hut muttered some strange words, and Song Hao thought it might be some kind of sacrificial ritual.

However, just when he was about to take a closer look, a light suddenly lit up in the cabin over there.

"Damn it, when did you, you bastard, start causing trouble for me!"

It sounds like a man's voice.

John and Song Hao looked at each other and had no choice but to sneak into the bushes not far away, barely able to hide their figures.
Chapter completed!